The black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided to a stop in front of the towering iron gates of Briarwood Academy. The faint hum of its engine drew attention, but it was the sheer presence of the car—sleek, luxurious, and unapologetically expensive—that turned heads.
Inside, Adrian Kingsley leaned back against the plush leather seats, one arm draped lazily over the headrest. His father's cold words from the morning replayed in his mind.
"Briarwood is not a choice, Adrian. It's your last chance. Don't mess this up."
Adrian scoffed, running a hand through his tousled black hair. His father's warnings were always the same: stiff, condescending, and tinged with disappointment. He glanced out the tinted window as the security guard waved them through. The sprawling campus came into view—ancient stone buildings stood against a backdrop of lush greenery, their ivy-covered facades giving the school an air of tradition and prestige.
"Last chance," Adrian muttered under his breath. "We'll see about that."
The car rolled to a stop in the main courtyard. The second the driver opened his door, Adrian stepped out, stretching his long legs. His sharp gray eyes scanned the crowd of students milling about, all clad in pristine uniforms. The buzz of whispers followed him—new kid, rich troublemaker, that's Adrian Kingsley.
He smirked. Let them stare.
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Elena Harper adjusted her backpack as she stepped into the courtyard, clutching the thick packet of her schedule and orientation materials. Her sneakers squeaked faintly against the polished stone tiles, a sound that made her painfully aware of how out of place she felt. Around her, students strode with effortless confidence, their designer shoes clicking like a symphony of wealth.
"This is it," she muttered to herself. "One year. Keep your head down, get good grades, and don't let anyone distract you."
Briarwood Academy wasn't just a school—it was a gateway. A full scholarship to the elite institution meant a chance to escape the suffocating small town she'd grown up in. But standing here, amidst the towering buildings and polished students, she felt like an imposter.
"Elena!" a cheerful voice called out.
She turned to see her only ally so far, Mia Sanchez, weaving through the crowd. Mia's bold red lipstick and perfectly tailored blazer made her look like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine. "You made it!"
"Barely," Elena replied with a small smile. "This place is... a lot."
Mia laughed. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Just avoid the snobs and the drama, and you'll be fine."
Before Elena could respond, the low hum of whispers rose to a crescendo. She followed the direction of the murmurs and froze.
A boy stepped out of a sleek black car, radiating an aura of effortless arrogance. His dark hair looked artfully tousled, as though he'd just rolled out of bed, and his sharp features were accentuated by a confident smirk. His uniform blazer hung casually over one shoulder, the top buttons of his shirt undone.
"who's that?" Elena asked, narrowing her eyes.
"That," Mia said, lowering her voice, "is Adrian Kingsley. Billionaire heir. Professional heartbreaker. And total trouble."
Elena frowned. "Sounds like someone to avoid."
Mia snorted. "Good luck with that. He's like a magnet. You'll see."
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Adrian's gaze swept over the crowd. Rich kids. Entitled brats. Nothing new. But then, his eyes landed on someone unexpected.
A girl stood near the noticeboard, her wild curls catching the sunlight. She wore a faded blue sweater and scuffed sneakers—a stark contrast to the polished uniforms around her. She wasn't trying to fit in. She wasn't trying at all.
Adrian tilted his head, intrigued. He sauntered toward her, ignoring the whispers that followed him. When he was close enough, he let his voice drip with lazy arrogance.
"Who let the charity case in?"
The crowd fell silent. All eyes turned to the girl.
She turned slowly, her piercing green eyes locking onto his with a look that could have frozen fire. For a moment, Adrian was caught off guard.
"Excuse me?" she said, her voice sharp and steady.
Adrian smirked, recovering quickly. "Relax, sweetheart. Just an observation."
Her lips twitched, and for a second, he thought she might smile. Instead, she stepped closer, her voice low but firm
"Well, here's an observation for you," she said. "You might want to check your ego at the door. It's taking up too much space."
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. No one spoke to Adrian Kingsley like that.
Adrian raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Feisty. I like it."
Without another word, she turned back to the noticeboard, dismissing him entirely.
Adrian watched her for a moment, his interest piqued. "Who's the girl?" he asked the boy standing next to him.
"Elena Harper," the boy replied. "Scholarship student. Total nerd. She's not your type.
Adrian chuckled. "We'll see about that."
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Elena clenched her fists, willing herself to stay calm.
The encounter with the arrogant rich boy had left her heart racing—not with fear, but with frustration. She hated people like him, people who thought they could waltz through life without consequences.
"Earth to Elena!" Mia's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"What?" Elena asked, blinking.
Mia grinned. "You just put Adrian Kingsley in his place. Do you realize what you've done?"
"Nothing special," Elena said, shrugging.
"Special?" Mia echoed, laughing. "Girl, you just declared war.
Adrian leaned against the stone wall, watching Elena from a distance.
He couldn't remember the last time someone had spoken to him like that. Most people either wanted something from him or feared him. But Elena Harper didn't seem to care who he was.
And that made her interesting.
"Adrian," a familiar voice called.
He turned to see Lucas Sterling approaching, his rival's smirk as sharp as a knife. Lucas, with his perfectly combed hair and tailored blazer, looked every inch the golden boy of Briarwood Academy.
"Making friends already?" Lucas drawled.
Adrian smirked. "Just getting acquainted."
Lucas's gaze flicked to Elena, and his smirk faltered for a split second.
"Careful, Kingsley," Lucas said. "Some people don't belong here."
Adrian's eyes narrowed. "Neither do you."
The tension crackled between them, but Adrian wasn't in the mood for a showdown—yet. He pushed off the wall and walked away, his mind already plotting his next move.
Elena thought her first day at Briarwood would be about blending in, but it was clear she'd already painted a target on her back.
And Adrian Kingsley wasn't the type to let things go